Later that night, Tamsin is lying in the flower garden. She cuts off her flow of oxygen. Her body lasting until it cannot any longer, convulsing then her eyes close. When they open she is standing in the domain of the dark. Where suffering is at its most high and despair is the least of its troubles. Sweltering more than a thousand suns, she stands unfazed. The sky is as red as blood, and the air is thick, stifling, the smell unbearable. Tamsin watches as beings that once were continue to carry out their terms of punishment in agony. She looks around confused, wondering why she's in this area. Then she looks at her hands, the flesh is gone, bone remaining. She had returned to her former state, cloaked in black.
Tamsin's mind is heard, and an all too familiar voice breaks through the darkness and fog, freezing everyone in their tracks, literally. It calls Tamsin by her name given to her the day she swore allegiance, a name that cannot be understood in any earthly languages. Then a wolf appears before Tamsin, not the typical type, this one huge and brawny in stature, its tail made out of snakes, and chains around it as if they were jewels, yet some sort of crystal is embedded in its head, a pet of Hel. It looks at Tamsin with eyes that seem as if worlds were behind them, and leads Tamsin away. Then everything continues as it once was like a pause button was hit, and then the play.
Hel seemed surprised to see Tamsin, though she does not appear before her, her voice does, warning Tamsin of the toll it takes to venture down there prematurely. But Tamsin knows the risk of her coming, and however long she stays. Tamsin continues to walk. Some form of man is beating a group with whips made out of some alloy that snatches flesh, their backs skinless as they stand on a bed of fire.
Tamsin speaks through her mind, and Hel listens. Hel reads Tamsin's heart and warns her of change. Reminding Tamsin that she has no heart to give for it as well as her soul belongs to her. Tamsin knows of this, but she also wants to know why her reaction was as such, to Bo. Hel is amused, entertained by Tamsin's will of emotions. She tells Tamsin that she cannot take the credit for what had transpired, though if it were her doing it would have been much more. But Hel is not against matters of the heart, for that is the reason why she has so many subjects. She tells Tamsin that what has happened to her is a previous mechanism devised by her former master, another form of his punishment. Hel believes it to be quite devious, though she can care less about Tamsin's former master.
The device almost worked, but Tamsin it would seem has become more powerful than her former master had anticipated, and aware. Tamsin begins to grow upset by this knowledge. Not only is she made to suffer by his will, but the fact that she was to kill the first person that she made another connection with was unacceptable. Something inside of her begins to boil and smoke comes from her body. Hel enjoys this sight, this passion in her subjects, especially Tamsin, who is her favorite. Tamsin's mind shifts to the possibility of actually hurting Bo. And her heart sets on revenge, waiting for the day when she can take her own. A force comes over Tamsin, flames erupt from her, covering, blue.
"I want to be finished with him!" yells Tamsin, speaking normally, flames surrounding her still like it was a part of her attire. Then it was like everything stopped, and all eyes are dead set on Tamsin. Hel breaks their glance, ordering them to continue. And then resume. Hel then warns Tamsin to calm herself, and to not speak if she cannot in the true language. For Hel will not have anyone ruin her plans.
Tamsin kneels and requests in the forbidden language that this flaw be taken out of her. She knows that her heart and her soul is Hel's but she still should have her own body. Hel in her own way appreciates this gesture for she knows the role that Tamsin will play in her plan. And Tamsin has always been devoted. It is a known fact however to take caution when making a deal with Hel since the price paid is not revealed until it happens, whenever she decides to collect. But all Tamsin can focus on is the ability to be around Bo without killing her. Hel does not understand this coming from Tamsin, but any time someone beseeches her, she finds it worthwhile in the end.
Then suddenly the wolf faces Tamsin and speaks in its language. "All of this for the mortal with sapphire eyes?" The snakes that are its tail, biting and hissing.
Tamsin bows her head. Then everything stops, motions and sounds, and goes black, and bitterly cold.
"Request granted," says the voices of many in the language forbidden. "Your debt paid."
Tamsin opens her eyes, returned to the garden.
The next day, Bo and Kenzi have ventured out to find Tamsin at the old manor house, both standing yards from the gated entrance. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this?" says Kenzi, with her hands on her hips.
Bo looks exhausted from spending the entire night worrying. Not to mention having stayed awake as she watched The Sweepers dispose of the mess to say the least that was made of her home. Bo looks at Kenzi. "I have to find her Kenzi. I know she's here."
"Really Bo?" says Kenzi, giving her a look. "Because I'm thinking the only person that lives here is Dracula. And I mean the real Dracula, not the one who makes money, and acts like he's American, and plotting revenge and shit, and is kind of sexy. Anyway, I'm talking Nosferatu."
Bo frowns at her and shakes her head. "Like I was saying, I know this might sound crazy, but I can feel her," says Bo, holding her hand against her heart. "She has to be here."
Kenzi rubs Bo across her shoulder. "Okay. Let's go. What do I know anyway? I'm just the side kick who will follow your ass anywhere. Even to the depths of hell apparently."
Bo smiles. "Thank you Kenzi. And you're more than that."
"I know I know I'm just talking shit," says Kenzi. The wolves and vultures are out in full force as if they are guarding something, or someone. Bo hasn't seen them act in this way, aggressive sure, but this is different. "And wow, there's wolves," says Kenzi. "You didn't say anything about Dyson's kindred being here."
"Yeah well, I don't think they are of the same breed Kenzi."
"I mean Dyson yeah sure wolf shifter I can dig, but real fucking wolves Bo? And with pointy teeth and shit." Kenzi is appearing freaked out. She looks up, hearing sounds coming from above. "Do you not see this shit? Am I like in a Hitchcock flick or something? I mean I heard of angry birds but this shit is real. Look at them hovering. If my eyes get gouged out, or if I get eaten, oh we are gonna have a long ass talk about all this."
"I have to admit, they are scary. But I have to keep going," says Bo.
"Dagnamit Bo, I was not prepared for this, I mean look at the boots." Kenzi sees Bo's expression and sighs. "Alright, she does make some mean biscuits and gravy," says Kenzi, with a comforting smile. The wolves look like they want to attack, violently attacking one another to get closer to them. "And every time I try to convince myself, see what happens? They looking like they begging for beggin strips Bo, the bacon kind, perhaps they want the ones with the cheese in the middle. Bo dude, if we're gonna do this, I'm gonna need you to turn up."
"Turn up?" says Bo, with an odd expression.
"Hell yeah, get crunk on they asses. I am not about to be a Scooby snack, I'm small and brittle, I know I look good, but there's not enough meat to go around like that. And damn, there's like packs. And I don't even know how many in a pack makes a pack, but there's like, they should probably be in a zoo or some shit," says Kenzi. Bo's eyes turn blue and the wolves are still not relenting. "Are you doing anything over there?"
"Well I'm trying," says Bo. "What do you want me to do, suck the chi out of them?"
"If you have to. I mean not that I condone animal cruelty or anything, but shit happens."
"Even if I wanted to Kenzi, there's too many of them. I can only do it one at a time."
"Well that's why I always bring a knife," says Kenzi.
"Maybe if I look at them really hard and mean then they'll back off."
"Yeah Bo because that always seems to work with people not animals," says Kenzi. Bo gives them a really angry look. Then suddenly the wolves stop as if they are listening to something, then they back away. Alert still, but backs away. "Yeah that's what I'm talking about! That's my bitch!" yells Kenzi.
"Kenzi what the hell?"
"Yeah, yeah respect that shit!" says Kenzi, at the wolves. Bo shakes her head.
Bo and Kenzi go through the house, Kenzi with all of her sayings about it, then through the back where wolves still linger. Bo's eyes still blue as they make their way to the garden. They reach it.
"Damn Bo, what the hell?" says Kenzi, looking around. "I thought you said that…"
Bo interrupts, shocked by the appearance. "Kenzi, I can't take this," says Bo, hurt in her voice, eyes watering. She looks away.
"Okay," says Kenzi, quietly, holding Bo. "Okay."
The garden has become a wasteland. Bo squeezes her shirt above her heart as if it would stop the pain that she feels. Tamsin is further away, suffering from her trip to see Hel, and her recent booby trap powers. Her body barely gaining flesh. The wolves and vultures her eyes to watch Bo. And Bo's thoughts, added torture. She grips the barren field, blood puddling underneath her fingertips.
It has been days since Bo has heard from Tamsin. Her heart aches. She has been keeping business as usual, Kenzi's advice. Bo hasn't been herself like she has become somehow weakened, though it is otherwise. Going on cases, halfheartedly. But there is a difference between loving someone and being in love. One hurts…more.
Bo gets a phone call from Dyson, asking to meet at the precinct. It seems that he needed to tell Bo something that was urgent and wanted it to be face to face. Bo is reluctant to comply, but she would like to distract herself from everything. She goes to the 39th Division and sees Saskia there with Dyson, having sex with him. Bo looks sickened. Saskia kicks Dyson off of her and straightens her clothes. She starts going through her explanations, but it doesn't seem like Bo and her are coming to an understanding, so Saskia hits Bo with a chair, breaking it on her body. Bo on the floor picks up a piece of it and stabs Saskia in the abdomen. Saskia pulls out the stick, saying a few words and then leaves hurt. Dyson lies on the floor, his body trembling. Bo doesn't know what to do. She is unsure of her thoughts, but she remembers Saskia breathing chi back into the guy at the club and decides to give it a go. She gives Dyson a bit of her chi, and he comes to. Bo is happy about her accomplishment, but there is no time to celebrate. She takes him to her home so that she can watch over him.
Later that night, Tamsin is on the move, having healed, but not completely. She is dressed in all black as she walks the city aloofly. She spots Saskia and a group of men harassing someone. Tamsin has already seen Saskia from watching Bo, and knows that she is a Succubus. She just never found a need to mention it to The Morrigan. Then she witnesses them killing the person. She looks harder and recognizes that the person was a Light Fae, not only that but an elder. Tamsin goes about her way without a second thought.
At the crack shack, Dyson and Bo are in the middle of making love to each other in her bed. Then he suddenly wakes as if having the worst nightmare. Bo, who is fully clothed, looks at Dyson with a frown. Dyson realizes that he was only having a dream of the two of them. He then apologizes for what happened at the precinct. Bo brushes the apology off, just happy that he is okay. He finds it odd, her hasty acceptance of his apology. But Bo's mind is somewhere else. He notices then apologizes again.
"Dyson geez, stop apologizing, really. It wasn't your fault. You're the victim here," says Bo, shaking her head.
"But you're not upset?"
"Why would I be? I mean she is a Succubus. And it was kind of weird walking in on that, but hey if anyone has a right to be upset it should be you."
"I guess you're right." He looks at Bo quietly. "You seem different to me."
"I don't know what you mean," says Bo, handing him a cup of tea. "I would think that you would be happy that I saved your life."
"I am." He drinks from the cup.
"And I am happy too." She smiles. "I mean how freaking awesome am I? I brought you back with my chi. My own chi," says Bo, excitedly. Dyson doesn't seem to share in her enthusiasm. He grows quiet again. "Hey, what's wrong?"
He looks at her with regretful eyes. "Bo, I need to tell you something."
Bo looks confused then relaxes. "No, what you need to do is get more rest. Let's save the serious talk for later. Come on," she says, putting covers over him.
"Okay. It probably should wait until tomorrow." His nose seems bothered, he rubs on it. "Your sheets, they smell different."
"Yeah, it's called Gain, laundry detergent and fabric softener. I swapped brands," says Bo, chipper. Dyson is looking at her oddly. "What I can't have clean sheets?"
"That's not what I mean," he says. Bo frowns in confusion. "If I can be honest Bo, how you're acting now, how you've been acting, it's like you don't care about me like you used to."
"And you came to that conclusion from my using Gain?"
"I'm serious Bo."
"Dyson, if I didn't care about you then you wouldn't be here."
"Bo, that's not…" He pauses, trying to find the words. "You're acting as if I am just a friend."
Bo clears her throat. "Well Dyson, you are my friend."
"But we've always been more than that, you know this."
Bo is caught off guard, not really knowing what to say next. "I think you need some more rest. This isn't the time for this kind of talk."
"Then when is it?"
"Dyson don't do this," she says, shaking her head. "Don't act like you want to be more than friends with me. I mean what? You think that just because you've had a near death experience that you want to be with me all of a sudden?" She sighs. "You don't okay? And I don't really want to talk about this either anymore. It's kind of inappropriate."
Dyson is taken aback by her comment. "Inappropriate? Since when?" His eyes alert. "So who is it then? I know it's someone else because it's not me."
Bo gives him a you-are-not-all-that look. "Okay Dyson, we healed okay. That's what you wanted it to be right? And that's what it was."
"And it's been awhile since then. Who's your healing partner now?"
"That's none of your business," says Bo as a matter of fact.
"Is it Lauren? I've seen the way you look at her. And how you act around her," says Dyson. Bo is looking disgusted by him. "You want her Bo. Is the medicine finally kicking in? Can your hunger withstand you having sex with humans now?"
Bo's expression is one that is fed up. "What the hell Dyson? I am not about to have this conversation. You're obviously still messed up from Saskia, so let's just drop this."
Dyson continues. "Or is it Tamsin?" Then he laughs. Bo's eyes are serious, she doesn't find anything funny. She folds her arms together. "The way she came in your house that time like she was your knight. And that time with The Morrigan when she called herself aiding…"
Bo interrupts. "If it weren't for her being there Dyson we would not have gotten out the way that we did."
"I'm sure we would have found a way." He frowns. "No matter what you're thinking, she's Dark Fae Bo, don't forget that. And I wouldn't hardly think of anything more of what she did other than dysfunctional. You saw how they all argued with each other."
"If I didn't know any better I would say that you are majorly hating right now. And you've never stood up to The Ash for me like that."
"So now Tamsin's suddenly good? She's Dark. Those people don't give a damn about you unless it means saving their own skin."
"Those people?" says Bo, with a frown. "And who are you? You're so quick to judge. What you think because you're Light Fae that you're better than everyone else? Because if you ask me I don't see the difference between either of you, it's just one side is way more upfront about what they do."
"We are noble and protect our own. They are just fiends that look out for themselves. Just because someone does something nice for you Bo doesn't mean it was for you."
"Protect their own huh? As I recall the only people that were helping you out of that situation were two humans, two of your own, an unaligned Succubus, and a Dark Fae," says Bo. Dyson is quiet. "You don't know everything Dyson. And you don't know what's in anyone's heart."
Dyson looks at Bo like he's trying to read her. "Hearts? Just whose heart are we talking about Bo? I know that you're not talking about Tamsin? And I've been around long enough to know who has a heart and who doesn't."
"Just because you've been around longer doesn't make you the wise, it just makes you a bigger asshole," she retorts. "And just so you know, jealousy doesn't suit you."
"Got nothing to be jealous about Bo," he asserts.
"Right?" she says, with a nod. "Now if you don't mind, can we please stop with all the Tamsin talk? Or talking about anyone else you don't know?" Bo rubs her forehead from frustration.
"And you do?"
"I'm starting to regret bringing you here. And yeah I do, better than you would know."
Dyson frowns. "And what does that mean? Have you slept with her?" he says. Bo doesn't respond. "Well have you?"
Bo stands up. "You know what Dyson, if I said yes would that make you happy then? Or would it even make a difference? It wouldn't, because whatever I do in my personal life and with whoever is my business. You and I, we have a history, but we are not together. You have no right to inquire about what I'm doing." She starts pacing the room.
Dyson is momentarily quiet. "You're right Bo, I don't. I apologize. I don't know I just get so worked up sometimes. I just want what's best for you Bo. You haven't been around lately, and I've missed you," he says, sincerely.
Bo stops and faces him. "You could have just started off saying that instead of making me upset."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Bo shakes her head and sighs. "Well I've missed you too Dyson. Now can you please get some rest?"
Dyson lies back down. "You coming?"
"I'm not sleepy. But if I get tired, maybe."
Half an hour later, both Kenzi and Bo are fast asleep, nestled on the downstairs sofa.
The Morrigan's Office. Tamsin and The Morrigan are in the middle of a conversation. The Morrigan is sitting behind her desk, tapping her freshly manicured nails against it. "So…there's another Succubus, and she killed a Light Fae?" The Morrigan looks all too intrigued. "And an elder at that. Shit is getting too real." She takes a moment to herself. "This is almost better than sex. Bitch has got to be Dark. She must be from out of town. That might complicate things, seeing as this shit is on my turf. Bring her in to me. I want to have a little chat."
Tamsin with her usual bored look, standing, arms folded. "Any special instructions?"
The Morrigan smiles. "Willingly or whatever means necessary."
"Is that all?"
"You're not off the hook just yet." The Morrigan looks at her straight. "Now, I don't appreciate seeing what I had for lunch the last time I saw you, or using my resources to locate you."
Tamsin sighs. "That was unexpected."
The Morrigan stands behind her desk and leans on it all the while peering into Tamsin. "And you coming by when you feel like it? I specifically told you days ago when I wanted you here." The Morrigan's fists balls up, she takes a deep breath and they relax. "You are undermining my authority Tamsin. Sometimes I think you have forgotten your place."
"I had other pressing matters to attend to," says Tamsin, with a smirk, thinking about her recovering from visiting Hel.
"And what's more, you and the Succubus? When I said to tail her, I did not mean it literally. You know the only reason I found you was because my men heard your name being called out during," says The Morrigan, stopping herself, looking as if she wants to barf. She holds her finger up to give herself a second. Tamsin is feeling embarrassed, but it does not show. "You know I was in a meeting when I got the call." Now The Morrigan looks at her with disappointment. "Tamsin my dear," she says, shaking her head. "This is betrayal. You know what you mean to me." Tamsin is looking confused. "You know, to my plans," The Morrigan, correcting herself. "You are putting it all in jeopardy with this conflict of interest. I'm not sure if I can count on you anymore."
Tamsin frowns. "I am loyal. This is just a ploy to gain information, that's all."
"Am I supposed to believe that? The way you defied me?"
"It was an opportunity I used to gain their trust." Tamsin pauses. "I do regret that."
The Morrigan looks at her oddly. "What, no snappy I don't give a damn comeback? What the hell's gotten into you?"
Tamsin looks odd herself. "I just want you to know that everything remains the same. Sex is a powerful tool of manipulation."
"Don't I know," says The Morrigan, with an eyebrow flash.
"I could have told you about my plans, but it would not have seemed authentic had I done so. It was never my intention to defy you." Tamsin frowns, not understanding why she is talking like this, especially to The Morrigan.
The Morrigan looks at Tamsin with a strange surprise. "Well…I don't know," she says, looking like her feelings are hurt but not. "You'll have to convince me otherwise." The Morrigan walks to the front of her desk and sits on it, legs crossed, skirt riding up, thighs showing. "You know any other person would have been killed by now. And I mean seriously dead. But you?" She pauses, shaking her head. "You know my position. I can't have people running around here like they can do whatever the hell they want to do now can I?" She sighs. "This is my doing. You get away with so much. You take advantage of me you know. Because I favor you. I did try to keep it a secret amongst the lemons. But now it's quite clear to everyone. They all want you dead. Tell me Tamsin, what should I do with you?"
"What do you want?"
The Morrigan leans back her head, shocked at Tamsin's question and tone. "Okay. So now you want to play. I'll play with you. So chains?" says The Morrigan, changing the subject sort to speak. "Haven't seen that before. You know what you're doing?" she says, provocatively. "With them?"
"I think I do," says Tamsin, slanting her head. She looks into The Morrigan. Her eyes turn black. Then she walks over to The Morrigan, placing her hands on the desk, one on each side of The Morrigan. Chains come from it, bitingly.
The Morrigan appears turned on, but does not look Tamsin in the eyes. Then she snaps out of it, shaking her head. "Don't play with me Tamsin. I am not in the mood."
"Who said I was?" says Tamsin. Then the chains grab The Morrigan and place her back in the seat behind the desk. The Morrigan doesn't know what to think at this point, not able to read Tamsin. Tamsin walks over to her and sits in front of her, on the desk. She looks at The Morrigan, who is now looking back at her, seemingly entranced, but not fully.
"Don't try to mind fuck me Tamsin. You know it's not going to work," says The Morrigan, still going off her elevated mood. Then the chains wrap around The Morrigan's wrists. She snaps out of it again. "What the fuck are you doing?" asks The Morrigan, trapped, moving her wrists, the chains tightening more around them.
"What you want," says Tamsin. She allows the chains to touch The Morrigan gently as if they were hands, many. The Morrigan closes her eyes, taking it all in. Tamsin, who's eyes are still black is watching her, curiously. As the chains continue, The Morrigan is beside herself, moans escaping her mouth. Then a chain wraps around The Morrigan's neck, and her eyes open in a bit of terror. "You know that feeling that you get, when you're gasping for air at the height of an orgasm?" says Tamsin. Then she grips the desk with both of her hands. "Can you feel it?"
The Morrigan's eyes close from Tamsin's words, and now she is reacting even further, more turned on than ever, can't breathe, but excited. The chains bring her to Tamsin. Now The Morrigan is inches away from her, so close that she could be sitting on Tamsin's lap, coiled, the chains acting as snakes about her. A chain wraps around her leg, moving upward.
"You better know what you're doing," says The Morrigan, in between breaths.
"I know exactly what I'm doing."
"And what about the Succubus?" asks The Morrigan. Suddenly The Morrigan's assistant walks in and the chains retract. The Morrigan is on her feet. She straightens out her clothes looking frustrated. "Dammit! There's a door! There's a got damn door for a reason! Knock. Where the hell were you born?!"
The assistant continually bows her head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just came in to inform you that the um group is here, in the waiting room. You told me to let you know as soon as they came. I'm so sorry."
"Get out now!" says The Morrigan. The assistant hurriedly leaves out. Tamsin is walking away as well. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Manipulation. You didn't think I was serious, did you?" says Tamsin, not even looking back.
The Morrigan looks shocked and appalled. "Tamsin, I could kill you. And right now."
"Then what are you waiting on?" says Tamsin, opening the door.
The Morrigan clears her throat. "You just better bring in the other Succubus." Tamsin walks completely out. The Morrigan balls up her fist pissed. She slams her hand against the desk. An artist walks in. She melts him instantaneously. "Shit! I didn't mean to do that. And I just signed him." Her assistant immediately closes the door as to conceal what happened from everyone else.
"I'll call The Sweepers," says the assistant. The Morrigan nods her head.
Later. A headboard is repeatedly banging against the wall at the crack shack, and the moans have become sexual screams. Kenzi is downstairs, drunk as a skunk. She watches a video on YouTube, loudly. "What does the fox say?" she sings. Then there is a knock on the door. "Who dat?" she says, going over to the door. "I swear if this is The Morrigan, I don't have time for no shit, or bodies. And you owe me for pain and suffering."
Dyson comes in all serious. "Where's Bo?"
"Dyson dude. Nice to see ya. Heard what happened. That was fucked up. Bo, um Bo. Did she, is she expecting you?"
"Kenzi, I need to talk to her."
Kenzi gives him this look while shaking her head. "Well Bo is kind of, in the middle of, a uh sticky situation," she says. The headboard knocking in the background, the upstairs floor pounding. Dyson looks hurt. Kenzi notices. "Hey you know Bo, she has to heal."
He growls. "Whenever she gets done healing, tell her that I have to talk to her," he says.
"Okay okay. I'm gonna need you to take a Valium, or ten. I'll let her know that you came by."
As Dyson is on his way out, he hears a name being called out by Bo. He stops and turns around. "What?" he says, with an intense look on his face.
"What?" says Kenzi, with a shrug.
"Did I just hear her say…" he says, being cut off by Kenzi.
"What? Oh, you mean Samson. Yeah you should see the dude. All big and muscley. Yeah people and these names, with the Bible and stuff. They should really call him damn son, you know what I mean?" says Kenzi, awaiting a response that doesn't come. "I guess you don't know what I mean then. Well anyway, you should probably go though. I will let Bo know as soon as she is done, might be tomorrow though, just saying."
Then Dyson hears the name being called again.
"Damn this house!" says Kenzi. "We haven't got exterminators in yet. We got…roaches. You know the hissing kind. Yeah, make you hear things. That's what they do," she says. She looks around. "Where the hell is my bottle at?" Dyson starts walking in the direction of Bo's bedroom. "Ah come on now D." He continues. "D-man, you don't want to do that. Seriously dude," says Kenzi, behind him. "Can we have just one night in this house without shit popping off?" she says, to herself.
Dyson walks into the bedroom and sees Bo having sex.
Bo looks up horrified. She moves away and covers herself. "What the hell are you doing here?" she says, upset.
"I'm sorry," says Dyson, shaking his head.
"You're sorry?" says Bo, giving him the craziest look. "I'm starting to think that you are," she says. Kenzi opens her mouth, covering it, surprised by Bo's comment. "We don't do this kind of stuff," says Bo.
"I told him. Didn't listen. You would've thought I was Invisible Woman," says Kenzi.
"Bo I know. And I apologize," says Dyson.
"Is he your husband? Because I thought that you were single?" says the guy, in Bo's bed.
"Wouldn't that be the day when all hell freezes over, and I mean that in every sense. Speaking of which, I am surprised that hell hasn't frozen over by now because…" says Kenzi, cutting herself off by Bo's gaze. "I'm just saying damn."
"He's just a friend," says Bo, looking at Dyson. She looks back at the guy. "I'm sorry about this, this never happens." She looks at Kenzi and Dyson who are still standing there. "Can I have some privacy please? This is already weird enough." Bo has a long cut in her back, not fully healed.
"Oh fo sho," says Kenzi. "I'm just drunk and distracted. His fun parts are very distracting. Okay going now." She leaves.
Bo is looking at Dyson to leave as well. He's still there, looking aggressively at the guy.
"You know what, I didn't sign up for this," says the guy, putting on his clothes. "I can deal with role playing and all of that, but not this. When you get your shit together, call me," he says, leaving.
"But wait." Bo looks at Dyson, annoyed. "Thanks for ruining my night. He's gone, now can I get dressed?"
Dyson walks away.
Moments later, Bo comes downstairs in a robe. "Now what was so important that it couldn't wait?" says Bo, in pain.
"Bo you're hurt," says Dyson.
Bo looks at him like she wants to smack him. "Well I would have been healed if I didn't have guests." She shakes her head. "Dyson, you can't just come in here any time you want, let alone barge into my bedroom like you own something."
"I know. And I'm sorry Bo. Do you need any help?" asks Dyson.
Bo shakes her head, frowning all the while.
"Dude that's gross. I mean really," says Kenzi, looking disgusted.
"Just tell me what this is all about," says Bo.
"It's about Saskia," says Dyson.
"Wait this might get interesting," says Kenzi, sitting down on the couch, sipping from her bottle.
"Okay Dyson, you're sorry. I get it. You don't have to keep apologizing. And quite frankly, I don't even care anymore," says Bo.
"Saskia is not who you think she is Bo. Her name is Aife," says Dyson.
"Ooh I knew I knew something was up," says Kenzi. They both look at her. "What's the bitch done done now?"
Dyson looks back at Bo. "I have been expecting her to come for you for a long time Bo."
"What? What do you mean come for me?" asks Bo.
"Bo, Aife, she's your mother," says Dyson.
Bo looks like she has just been rear ended by a vehicle.
"Go go gadget anything!" says Kenzi, with a shrug.